Looking for Morpheus
Grandad March 9th, 2010
I didn’t get much sleep on Sunday night.
I don’t know what the cause was. It was just one of those things. For hours, I lay in bed and stared at the darkness, but the brain just refused to sleep.
Eventually, I did nod off, and was woken by the dog a couple of hours later. Once again, I was wide awake, so I decided to cut my losses and get up.
Yesterday was a shit day. I like my sleep, and when I don’t get it, I’m like Mary Harney without the HRT. All day, I wandered around in a bit of a haze, kicking the guinea pigs [they make quite good footballs, incidentally] and generally breaking things.
My one consolation was that I knew I would have a grand sleep last night, because I was knackered. I didn’t get to bed too early because a certain dimwit had fucked up his site, and he came clamouring to me, late in the evening to fix it. I told him to fuck off, but he said he’d pay me in pints at the Blog Awards. That was enough for me, so I set about fixing it.
I quit after a couple of hours, and went to bed.
Do you think I could sleep? Like fuck, I could.
I lay there for five hours or so staring at my old friend the darkness. I tossed and turned but Morpheus had fucked off on his holidays. No sleep. Not a single fucking wink.
I got up as dawn broke, as I was sick of the tossing and turning. I went back to Dimwit’s site and eventually fixed his problem. Three hours in total, it took me.
I did some sums.
I think I am worth around €100 per hour as a consultant. Three hours? Three hundred smackers. Converted to pints, that comes out at somewhere around eighty pints that Dimwit owes me.
Now, I should sleep after that…………
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I thought you retired so you could relax..??
If anything… Take the BLUE PILL, not the red one and you should be right as rain.
Sometimes guilt can overwhelm the sub-concious and you’re totally unaware a war is waging deep inside. The sleeplessness clearly points to this though you’re, at least on a concious level, unaware of anything.
I suggest you empty your life of any thought or acts of generosity and undo any good deeds you may have done recently. This will not only cure your insomnia but make you feel fucking brilliant to boot.
A good wank might help.
Dennis – You may need the blue pill, but I don’t. Never believe everything you read in e-mails,
Not Twitter – Funny you should say that as today was a moment of change for me. I may write about it tomorrow.
TT – [I know it's you!] You should be able to leave the asterisks out now. I did some tweaking. As for your suggestion – get a grip!
No.I just Had to use asterixes on The Other Fellow. Wouldn’t accept the two words. (Asterix, the very Gaul.)
I have only just this minute told Yer Man to update his site too. It should be OK now.
Sorry about the chainsaw in the afternoon. Was celebrating national tree week by felling a few suckers.
No problem, Neighbour. I couldn’t doze anyway. You did a grand job and our sitting room is actually quite a lot brighter. Incidentally, that was a brilliant stroke, bringing the old beech down onto the next door’s Land Rover Discovery. Nice one!!
Money from Dimwits.
That seems like the way of the future in post-Tiger Ireland.
.-= Bock the Robber´s last brainfart .. 027 =-.
The problem is, Bock that all the non-Dimwits have either left the country or locked their cash up in gold.